...... "Bullshit Major General." The hungry wolf Balang was scolded in his heart, and he rode forward slowly. His appearance is quite similar to his eldest brother Batu, both of whom are strong men with big shoulders and round waists, five big and three thick. He snorted and said: "It's just a little white face that can only shrink in the crotch of the girl's pants, and dare to boast that he killed Zong Wuji and captured my righteous brother Yuwenhu alive." I don't know what to say, today, let me Balang, to expose your true colors. ”

Lei Qing's record, of course, is widely spread in the Freedom League, and is worshiped and praised as a classic. But in the Yuwen tribe, I don't think so, how powerful is the Yuwen Tiger? Even against some slightly inferior gold-level powerhouses, they will not fall into disadvantage in a short period of time, and with a violent and brave spirit, they may be able to win in battle. It is the entire Yuwen tribe, and the combat power is second only to the second strongest enemy of the blood wolf Yuwen.

How could such a respected and worshiped powerhouse be defeated and captured head-on by a little white face who only had a silver beginner rank? This must have been Yuwen Hu's recklessness and fell for people's tactics.

Yuwen Hu's entire army was annihilated and captured, which was a great shame for the Yuwen tribe. If he Balang can wash away this shame for the Yuwen tribe, his reputation will explode in the grassland.

Of course, the hungry wolf Balang dared to come out to invite Lei Qing, and of course he also had some excellent strength. The two of them have shown a strong cultivation talent since they were children, and they were taken by the blood wolf as their righteous sons and taught them a fighting martial arts.

Now, they have also become the right-hand men of the blood wolf. This hungry wolf Balang is superb in cultivation and outstanding in fighting skills, and the powerhouses of the same level are not his opponents. Moreover, he has reached the peak state of the Silver Initial Rank, and has recently vaguely made some breakthroughs, and he absolutely believes that with his own strength, there is no problem in defeating Lei Qing's little white face.

Ba Lang is powerful, everyone in the blood wolf army knows that when he saw Ba Lang invite Lei Qing to fight, his words were excited and excited, but in the blood wolf army, there was a burst of cheers and cheers. No one believed that the young little white face on the other side could really carry General Yuwenhu.

"Balang, Balang. Kill him, kill that little white face. A roar that shook the sky and roared so loudly that people's ears were numb, and the momentum was magnificent and solemn: "Revenge for General Yuwen, revenge for the dead brothers, revenge, revenge." ”

This is the reason why there are many people. For the blood wolf army, there are tens of thousands of horses. Together, even the white clouds in the sky seemed to be dispersed by that momentum.

As long as Balang wins this battle, his prestige and status will greatly increase in the entire Yuwen tribe. At that moment, he was also in high spirits, and the imposing horse rushed towards Lei Qing. On his back, like a flagpole, there were seven or eight javelins, and in his hand there was a hook and sickle spear of six or seven feet.

The Hook Scythe is a powerful blade that can be stabbed and hooked, and it can be used endlessly. But this kind of blade is not something that anyone can use well. It takes more effort than pure cultivation of spears to bring out the mysteries of such blades. Moreover, this kind of blade infantry spearmen used a lot, and Ma Zhan dared to use such blades, which shows that Balang should have quite confidence in this.

"Lei Qing, be careful of this hungry wolf Balang, he is not an idle person. Shen Tuxue whispered to Lei Qing and said, "Especially his javelin is thrown very accurately, you have to pay more attention to dodging." ”

Lei Qing chuckled and said, "Thank you Sister Shentu for reminding me." He didn't say much to play with the scolding array, and as soon as he slapped the horse back, the black horse rushed out like a hurricane.

"Drumming. Xiahou Huan waved his hand and ordered.

"Knock~Knock~Knock~"

A strong man shirtless, wearing bloomers, with a large waist and a round waist, and shiny muscles all over his body. Wielding a huge drumstick, he slammed it on the drums of war.

A majestic and heavy drum beat hit the heart, shook people's blood and made their hearts tremble, and their pride was great.

On the battlefield between the two armies, Lei Qing was already only seven or eight feet away from the other party, and he was about to accelerate. Barang, however, sinisterly drew a javelin and slammed his thick arm.

The javelin tore through the air with a sharp whistling, fast and fast, like a shuttle of lightning. Obviously, Baran has worked very the art of javelin. That javelin came swiftly and ruthlessly.

In other words, Lei Qing's cultivation at this time is by no means idle. Under the tempering and fighting again and again, his cultivation and fighting skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Especially this last time, after two fierce battles, he obtained a golden crystal nucleus, so that his cultivation was in the process of tempering, and he had also reached the peak state of the silver primary level, and there was a possibility of a breakthrough at any time.

In terms of cultivation, it is on par with that Balang. The two fought each other, fighting for their own abilities, and fighting for their own blood.

Facing the oncoming Ming weapon javelin, Lei Qing was not afraid. With a flick of his wrist, the silver snake drew an arc and swept the javelin with precision, blocking it.

But this time it came and went, and Lei Qing lost the opportunity. When the two horses were about to stagger together, the hook and sickle stabbed at the door of Lei Qing at a sinister angle.

Don't underestimate Balang's move, in fact, it is a hidden murderous motive. If Lei Qing dared to dodge sideways, then he would be able to take the opportunity to pull the hook and sickle back, cut into Lei Qing's back shoulder with the hook and sickle, and cut off his arm.

But Lei Qing was born in a thousand-year-old military family, and in the education he received from childhood to adulthood, seeing all kinds of strange weapons is also a must-learn. How can you not know the magic of the hook and sickle?

The silver snake galloped like lightning, and the curved silver rays shot away like an electric snake. The gun is extremely fast, and the last to fire is the first to come. With a "bell", it hit the hook and sickle directly, stirring it away.

The two horses staggered, and their arms were faintly painful and numb. Lei Qing was slightly surprised that this Ba Lang was strong At the same time, Ba Lang was also secretly frightened, this little white face really had some means, and his strength was almost equal to him.

You must know that in the Blood Wolf Army, Balang is also known for his strong strength, although it is far inferior to Yuwenhu's demonic perversion. But it's also one of the best in the military. And this little white face who likes to brag is so powerful?

Each put away his contempt.

The drums of war began to stir up, layer upon layer, wave after wave of drums, stirring people's blood boiling. After seeing Balang's cunning and strength, Lei Qing was happy to see the hunt. After rushing for a while, Le turned his horse and continued to charge towards Baraam.

This time, Barang repeated his old trick, bidding for the gun first, and then using the hook and sickle. The trick was extremely disgusting, but Lei Qing had already prepared, and directly dodged sideways, avoiding the javelin, and the silver snake, which was already ready to attack, bloomed with a strong Dao silver snake star, enveloping it like a storm.

For Balang's insidious character, the only way to do it is to suppress it, and to suppress it constantly. This is also one of the tenets of the Lei family's battle tricks, to attack instead of defending, to constantly attack, to destroy the ancient and decaying way, brave and diligent, to defeat the enemy.

But Barang's methods are also quite good, and he is also airtight when he defends it with a hook and sickle. The bell and the bell are constantly dissolving every move and style of Lei Qing.

The war horses of the two ran in the same direction, and Lei Qing stared at him like maggots, all kinds of ferocious tricks continued. Lei Qing's Lei Family Battle Technique has been gradually cultivated by him to the Dacheng realm.

One move and one style, as if the imagination is free, flowing and smooth, smooth and natural. The Lei family's various fighting tricks are all driven by the fighting spirit of the heavenly thunder, and they are very gorgeous and dazzling, but the soldiers and generals watching the battle on both sides are fascinated. Especially the Iron Cavalry Regiment and the Black Flag Regiment, which are applauded again and again, roaring and shaking the sky.

Mixed with the sound of agitated war drums, the atmosphere on the battlefield was suddenly pushed to a high ~ tide.

Once Lei Qing's tricks are cast, it is really like the water of a long river, surging unconsciously. It is like relying on the tide of the sea and the river, wave after wave, layer upon layer, and constantly increasing.

The more he fought, the more courageous he became, and all kinds of tricks were brought into full play by Lei Qing. Pressing Balang is only the power to parry, and there is rarely a time to fight back. His arm, under the growing force and the power of thunder and lightning, was so sore and itchy. It was only with a strong will that he barely held on and did not let go.

Ba Lang was shocked and remorseful in his heart, he really didn't expect that this little white face was not only no worse than his own cultivation strength, but also his strength was not below him, especially his fighting tricks, which were extraordinary. Even if it is not as strong as the rumored to be exaggerated, he is already a real master.

Then the drums became more and more exciting, Lei Qing's blood and fighting spirit had boiled to the extreme, and every move and style had fully exerted all his combat power.

In just a few dozen moves, Balang was overwhelmed and defeated. After arousing all the fighting energy, after receiving a hard blow from Lei Qing, he hooked the barrel of the silver snake spear with a sickle to alleviate the continuous attack like a tide, and immediately fled. Crazy injected the fighting spirit into the body of the war horse under the crotch, stimulating the speed of the war horse to escape.

Seeing that he fled in embarrassment, the generals of the Iron Cavalry Regiment were also pushed to the extreme, and they roared wildly, and they also booed Balang, who had spoken wildly before.

But Lei Qing's black horse is a black iron mid-level BMW, and it has never shown its true speed before. After Lei Qing shouted violently, he chased after him with a gun. In just seven or eight breaths, he chased after Balang.

The guns were like a tide, bombarding away.

Balang was shocked and hurriedly reflexively responded, and when he was afraid and had no fighting spirit in his heart, after just seven or eight moves, he was swept off his horse by Lei Qing with a gun.

Balang was just about to crawl out, but he heard a whoosh, and the spear and silver snake had already grazed his face and stabbed into the grass.

Lei Qing indifferently glanced at the silent Blood Wolf Army, before the battle, this group of Blood Wolf Soldiers was still laughing and mocking themselves. The blood wolf soldiers were intimidated by Lei Qing's might and avoided making eye contact with him one after another.

"Who's the waste?" Lei Qing let out a roar that shook the sky, and exploded like thunder.

(To be continued)